His Infatuation - Slashers x Reader [Book Three]

[Chapter 73: Sunday Night]

"Wha-HUH...!?" Billy bursted out angrily, not finding your response to be quite as funny as you or Hannibal; the psychiatrist smiling mischievously at how you'd currently just mocked them. "There's NO way you could've known—!"

"No? Interesting. Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment for the time being then." You replied with a lack of emotion, not caring while you suppressed a sigh and decided on what to say next.

"You've changed since living here, (Y/n)." Stu brought up randomly, Billy nodding this time around and causing you to stand still in surprise; not expecting those two to bring up such blunt words.

"No...I haven't." You firmly retorted, their remark forcing you to feel awkward and defensive.

"You're different than you used to be. You're...not the same." Billy replied uneasily, taking a step forwards so he could hold one of your hands in his and give it a gentle squeeze.

"Leave it alone. Now. She's perfectly fine." Hannibal told them in a dangerously low voice, distrusting the two immediately and finding them incredibly suspicious both at once.

"Leave what alone...? We haven't done anything. But you clearly have." Stu fired back spitefully, behaving viciously protective over you and drawing out his trustworthy knife.

"E-Excuse me...!? H...How dare y-you accuse us of d...doing s-something t...to (Y/n)...!" Norman venomously snapped at the two, bringing out a weapon of his own and staring them down with nothing but one-hundred-percent hatred.

"Nobody's done anything to me. I've just...changed over the past few months. Alright...? I'm not going to stay the same forever." You spoke sincerely, honesty flowing from your tone as you calmed down the conflicting atmosphere and carefully prevented any future fighting from starting.
"But you...But you—"

"(Y/n) dearest, why don't you start getting ready for bed, while the rest of us leave you be...? It's growing oddly late, wouldn't you agree...?" Hannibal calmly commented, taking a step closer to you so he could place a hand softly on top of your shoulder.

"You...manipulative bastard...!" Billy hissed at him with hateful fury, lunging towards him so he could attack and instantly strike up a fight. "Acting so calm and collected, all so you can kick us out for the night—"

"No, I believe it's called "keeping one's best interest's at heart", but whatever you two lowlives wish to name it is fine by me." The psychiatrist responded patronisingly; shrugging his shoulders and moving to the side all so he could avoid said attack.

""Lowlives"...?" Stu repeated after the psychiatrist in resentment, leaping behind Billy and doing his best to destroy Hannibal the second he'd heard that statement.

"Hannibal, I-I wouldn't—" You worriedly warned him, not wanting a fight to begin once Michael had pulled you out of the way and next to his side possessively. "That's going way too far—!"